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The only Giants vs. Patriots I’m interested in. 

thedailywhat:

ICWUDT of the Day: Seriously, tho.
[biotv.]

thedailywhat:

ICWUDT of the Day: Seriously, tho.

[biotv.]

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Goddamn, I love the internet.

Who doesn’t want to smell like the “Gasolina” guy?

Who doesn’t want to smell like the “Gasolina” guy?

My supermarket has been taking hints from my parenting book again.

Testing the tensile strength of my bra, courtesy of Steve Jobs? There’s an app for that. 

iheartchaos:

It gets butter.

iheartchaos:

It gets butter.

Ben and Jerry’s Flavors They Should Make

Ice-T and Coco: These are two people NAMED AFTER FOOD. Sure, an iced tea and chocolate ice cream sounds gross, but, then again, so are its namesakes.

Boysen the Hood: I have a hard time believing that this classic movie hasn’t inspired more culinary creations. The dark color of the boysenberries serves as an obvious allusion to the blood shed in Ricky’s murder, with the tart, yet sweet flavor of the fruit representing the sweet life Doughboy has given up in favor of a life of crime. Probably tasty with a shortbread cookie thrown in there. 

Bryant Gumballs: Vanilla ice cream, multi-colored gum balls. At the very least, having his own ice cream flavor would provide him a much-needed image makeover, so people can stop referring to him as “the talk show host who makes Wayne Brady look like Sid Vicious.”

Belladonna’s Menage a Trois: I’m envisioning a mix of chocolate, caramel, and Nutella, but if we’re going for accuracy, there should be some bananas, zucchinis, and carrots packed tightly up in there. 

It depends on whether or not you’re counting “gentle lover” and “toy train enthusiast.”

It depends on whether or not you’re counting “gentle lover” and “toy train enthusiast.”

Whenever I tell him this, he’s all, “Nah, baby. Let’s just cuddle.” 

Whenever I tell him this, he’s all, “Nah, baby. Let’s just cuddle.”